Above the trees wings spread
Black and cawing
On the breeze
What’s left of the
Leaves
As they race to fly
Higher
In swirls and in whirls
Bend to the ground
And I dip
Then up
Before I touch and soar
And dive down again
Almost to the ground
Falling
Wings spread
Black and cawing
On the breeze
Before fall
Becomes
Winter again.
Devonne Brown 
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